Read The Princess' Dragon Lord for Free Online Page A

because his upper body
had been exposed to her since she’d met him. She guessed that, as a
prisoner guarding a dragon and a yacht-load of treasure, he didn’t
have much else to do other than work on keeping that six pack of
his in excellent shape. Holy damn.
    Made her feel all like shutting the lights
out for when she got into her white cotton undies, if there was any
way to turn off the lights, that is.
    Her teeth clenched up when he was completely
naked in front of her, but not because she was annoyed with him. It
was because he was so damned good looking, and now she could see
every inch of him, including his erect cock, which he didn't even
try to hide. He smiled at her before she could look away from him
and pretend that she hadn't seen anything at all.
    She couldn't pretend. That ship had sailed,
but she still wasn't going to look. Not directly, at least.
    He wore no underwear at all, and even from
her peripheral vision, she now knew that the color of his pubic
hair matched the hair on his head. She couldn’t help herself, she
brought her hand up to cover her eyes.
    It might’ve had more to do with hiding her
embarrassment though.
    Azoth laughed and stepped around her, though
she felt the brush of his skin against her as he walked a little
too close and stepped into the water.
    “Princess, it’s time for your bath.”
    There was no way she was going to keep
control of herself. Her sex throbbed and her breasts ached for
touch. She was so done.

Chapter Five
     
    This seemed like an odd thing to be doing,
considering she had a voice in her head that, fifteen minutes ago,
had been screaming at her to get out of Dodge. She’d already run
from the dragon, and Azoth was no longer giving her the shivers,
not the bad kind at least, so what else could it be?
    Still, that didn’t mean getting into a hot
bath with him was a good idea. Yet she still did it. She hesitantly
stepped into the water. The pool was fairly shallow, in fact it
reminded her more of a hot tub, only without all the air bubbles.
There was even carved out space for her to sit. She did.
    It was all very nice, but the only thing, the
only person, she could focus on, was him.
    Azoth sat on the other side, nearly under the
mouth of the dragon that poured in the water. They stared at each
other.
    Why wasn't he trying to come closer to
her?
    “Put your head under the water,” Azoth said.
“It will ease your locks.” He made as if to touch her crispy
strands of hair, but then held back, as though knowing she wouldn't
want anyone near her burned hair.
    She didn’t do it right away. Partly because
fear from her rational side kept saying that she was in a hot bath
with a man who claimed to be her husband, and who could drown her
if he wanted, and part shock that he knew about her sensitivity to
her hair.
    She couldn’t stop her hand from coming up to
touch the wiry strands. “How—”
    “You always took pride in it. The way the sun
touched it, the flowers that bloomed in it. You refused to speak to
me for nearly a fortnight because I had once pulled on it.”
    She didn’t want to know what would cause him
to tug on her hair. Still, she looked down at the water she sat in.
It was nearly clear, and it would have been had it not been for the
heat and steam.
    “I don’t suppose you have any shampoo or
conditioner here, do you?”
    He stared at her blankly.
    “To clean my hair.”
    “The water will do that,” he said.
    She sighed. Maybe it was just the time he
came from. His people probably thought that hot water alone was the
epitome of a luxurious bath. Almost, but not quite there.
    There was nothing for it. She’d have to make
due. Pinching her nose, Diana dunked her head under the water,
allowed the hot liquid to rush through her ruined hair, and then
came back up for air.
    She didn’t feel any different.
    Azoth was smiling at her.
    She quirked her head at him, then lifted her
hand up and touched her—her silky smooth, soft hair.
    She put her